1968-Voice Of The Tennessee Walking Horse 1968 February Voice RS | Page 29

3rd Annual EAST TENNESSEE
WALKING HORSE SALE
ON THE FAIRGROUNDS GRAY STATION, TENNESSEE
APRIL 12
10:00 A.M.
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AUCTIONEER:
EDDIE BRYANT AND
ASSOCIATES
F/MRGROUNOS
WHERE EVERYBODY
PINOS THE HORSE
THEY WANT
H. B. HAUK
The Fairgrounds at Gray Station have excellent
facilities for such a sale — plenty of stalls
for horses, and Auctioneers stand, and good
seats.
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205 North Morgan Street
Kingsport, Tennessee
Phone [phone]
"WHITTLING”
Walking Horse Fashion
Many trainers are taking advantage of the beautiful
weather these days and are working horses with the
serious intent of being ready for the opening shows to
start a great year for 1968,
My little old granny used to tell me to try to learn
something every day, but don’t worry about learning
everything, for if one lived to be a hundred years of
age they could not learn it all. Our trying, however,
is what makes progress.
•Just after the turn of the century, some of my first
recollections were around my daddy’s blacksmith shop.
One day in innocence or ignorance I picked up a
harmless-looking piece of half-inch steel. What I did
not know was that my dad had just cut the cork from
February, 1968
by
Sheriff Ledford
a horseshoe, and the steel had lost its flaming red
color. "Bless my soul . . . bless my soul,” but I can
still feel the intense pain, smell the burned flesh, and
remember the echo of my own shrill scream, which
brought both my mother and granny on the run.
I was about to calm down, expecting tender love
and attention, when to my great surprise Papa used
a handy leather strap to impress upon me his orders
to stay out of the shop. A few hours later on the back
porch Granny was rubbing coal oil and lard on the
burns on my hand and said, "You will get burned
many times in life, so don’t be mad at the old iron
or Daddy — just learn a lesson, and help yourself
through life pleasantly.”
I’ll tell you one thing I have learned lately and
that is to enjoy the horse business and the fine peo­
ple in it. As spring approaches one can just see pro­
gress. Talk about therapy, talk about justifiable pride
in the ownership of a Walking Horse, talk about how
wonderful it is for the family to have a common in­
terest to share together ... all this adds up to fringe
benefits and something very special, that makes one
sad about hard-working people who have not found
the pleasures of owning, training and showing Ten­
nessee Walking Horses.
Through the winter months my stock of cedar has
gotten mighty low, but I do have a big box of "pig­
tail shavings.”
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